White victim 8
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It was to be two weeks before my initiation which dragged seemingly forever
especially since Joe would only give me hand spankings to keep my body pristine
for the event. By now I needed much more than that to allow me to have the earth
shattering orgasms I needed so badly.
Finally Jim called and kept Joe in conversation for a long time as I wondered
what was being said as Joe's face alternatively smiled, frowned and looked
worried. Just as I was dying of curiosity he hung up and said, "The meeting will
be this Saturday. you will be happy to know the members think you are beautiful
and are looking forward to your initiation, but from what Jim has told me you
may want to change your mind about joining the club."
"Why? What did he say?"
"Do you remember the movie "Story of O" where "O" was taken to a party wearing
nothing but a cape and a mask while everyone else was formally dressed?"
"Oh yes. That was very exciting. I imagined myself in her place and thought she
was wonderful looking so proud."
Well, this will be similar except you won't have a mask. Only the members will
be masked and you will only be wearing a neck collar with a leash."
"Oh that sounds very exciting. I imagine I will be led around so they can look
at me and maybe fondle me."
"I wish it was that simple. Actually you will be led to each member and will
have to ask him or her to use whatever instrument of torture on you they have.
One time for each unless it is an instrument for your butt or breasts. In that
case you will get one to each buttcheek or one to each breast."
"Only one or two? I can handle that easily."
"Really. I am not so sure. there are a hundred members and your ordeal will last
for hours."
That did give me pause but then I thought that this would give me a chance to
really prove how courageous I could be. Besides, other women had gone through it
so it would be cowardly for me to refuse.
I said, "I want to do it. You will be proud of my courage."
"I admit this would certainly prove your love to submit to this so I can be a
member of this very exclusive club but I have my doubts. You know how I love
your body and Jim could not guarantee that you wouldn't be scarred."
Rather than be frightened by that prospect I was totally thrilled remembering
the pimp whip that had brought me to a fantastic orgasm even as blood ran down
my body.
I shrugged and said,"I doubt I would be scarred much, The other women have gone
through this and even if I am there is always plastic surgery if I revolt you."
The other women do not set a good example. Jim says that most are pure
masochists. You do this for the thrills. It may be too much."
"I don't think so. I don't think you have ever understood that when I am excited
the pain just brings me to even greater thrills."
"You have limits. You know that when the orgasms have exhausted you it becomes
pure pain. As a finale you will be given a formal slave whipping with a cat o
nine tails until you lose consciousness. The latter part of that will be pure
hell."
Even that did not frighten me too much because I knew I was more likely to faint
from orgasms rather than pain.
I said, "I don't care. I want to prove I am more courageous than any of the
women there. The men will all be jealous of you."
"I am sure they will be very jealous. Which I admit will make me proud but
remember if it gets too bad you may quit at any time. You may decide being a
member is not all that important and I will understand."
I knew he would but the idea of being a quitter was totally repugnant to me.
The night came and Joe prepared me by going over my pussy very carefully to make
sure any stray hairs were plucked then dressed me in a black silk cape that
barely covered my butt and then put the collar around my neck. He attached a
leather lead to the front of it then ran it down between my breasts and through
my legs to tighten it to the back of the collar making me gasp as it slid
between the lips of my pussy to tighten against my clitoris. The smallest steps
made it rub on my clit.
Nan and Jim arrived to take us to the lodge. After showing me off Joe put a
raincoat on me to cover me for the trip. On the way I squirmed in the seat to
make the leash rub and looked out the window imagining how the people in the
other cars would be shocked to know what was under the raincoat.
Nan sat next to me in the back-seat in a pretty black evening gown that went
with Jim and Joe's tuxedos.
I whispered to her, "You have been through this. How bad is it really?"
"You can't really compare my initiation to yours. We joined the club when it was
still fairly new. There were fewer members and the initiations have seemed to
get a little more brutal as time has gone on. I don't know if I could have
withstood the ordeal the last girl went through."
Before I could ask for more information Joe said sternly, "Do not discuss the
initiation! A large part of it is the fear of what is to come."
Nan immediately shut up just shaking her head when I asked for more detail. she
would only whisper, "It will be a night you will never forget."
We drove deep into the woods and finally came to a big wrought iron fence. Joe
inserted a card in a slot and the gate opened slowly and ominously to let us
drive on to a huge log house with tennis courts and a pool.
